Page 96 of New York Love Stories: Vol. 2

“Um . . .” I start, my throat thickening under the intensity. “We should do that. Get right on it. Now’s good for me.”

His eyes darken in the dim lights of the living room as his pupils widen, devouring me as if I’m dinner instead of the treats I baked him today. The scrape of his tongue along the corner of his mouth mesmerizes me, but when his mouth presses to mine, he breathes life into me again.

Giving and taking, we share our feelings through our caresses without saying a word. The passion in his eyes pierces my skin as he takes in my rising and falling chest with each breath I can’t contain. “Looking this good is dangerous for my career. I may never go back to work if you’re here waiting.”

I point my toe. “They’re new leggings. Camo. I’m surprised you could even see me.”

Victory is mine. I finally get him to smile.

“TheFriendsshirt gave you away.”

“Ah, yes. Ross shouting ‘pivot’ is always a crowd-pleaser, but I have a feeling it’s not my wardrobe you’re referring to.”

“No.”

He dips and takes hold of the back of my legs, carrying me over his shoulder. My ass is squeezed, and then he gives me a good, hard smack. Launching up, I squeal through a fit of giggles. “I take it you won your cases?”

“Damn right, I did.”It all makes sense now.I promised we’d celebrate his victories.

“Are you claiming your prize?”

Setting me on the bed, he’s already tugging my socks off. “I’m claiming you. Hope your schedule is clear for the next few hours.”

“Hours? Oh goodness.” Starfishing on the mattress, I’m more than ready. “And here I baked cupcakes to celebrate.”

Sliding my leggings down, he licks his lips. “Don’t worry. We won’t let them go to waste.” He reaches down and unabashedly drags a fingertip through my lower lips. I suck in a harsh breath, holding it when he raises his finger and slides it into his mouth. “As a matter of fact?—”

“I’m not putting a cupcake in my vagina.”

He chuckles and then drags me by the legs until I’m wrapped around him. His hands drop to either side of my head, and he hovers over me. “Why eat a cupcake when I can eat you instead?”

Holy hell.I like the way this man thinks.

Standing back up, he kicks off his shoes and strips down until he’s naked. He climbs onto the bed and lies down. “C’mere, baby.”

I straddle him and then lift my top off. Being naked with him is becoming my favorite part of the day. And I’m pretty sure that’s because Rad is incredible in bed.

Taking hold of my breasts, he kisses the tips and then sucks them until they’re deep pink, ripe, and ready.

He seems to have a plan, but I’m already rubbing against him, too turned on to wait for direction. But then he says, “I want you on your hands and knees.”

I’m scrambling to get into position.

My hair is gathered into one hand, and my hip is held with his other. The anticipation has me squeezing my middle and my eyes closing. The ripping of the packet and the sound of his moan blend. Tilting back, I want him so badly that I don’t think I can wait.

Rad still takes his time to leisurely kiss my spine before his tip finds my entrance. I slide back again, this time being rewarded and filled. “Always in a hurry, faster, harder,” he says, reminding me of my usual demands.

“I thought you were hungry.”

“Oh baby, be careful what you wish for.” He slams into me.

By the time I’m lying on the bed again, boneless with no energy and a smirk on my face, I say, “Sometimes wishes do come true.”

~ Five Days Later ~

“Tealey?”

I come out of my daydream only to be greeted by an empty room, except for Cammie waiting at the door. Turning around, I discover everyone else has already left the bridal shower.

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